I had an hour to kill between physical therapy and my haircut appointment today, so I stopped into a local diner for lunch. It’s a small place but it was pretty crowded, mostly women: working class whites, Latinas, black women. Most of them seemed to know the waitresses by name.
One of the waitresses sat down in an empty booth and scratched off a winning lottery ticket. “Forty dollars!” she proclaimed loudly to the customers, who applauded.
“What are you gonna do with all that money?” one woman said.
“I have off for the next two days, so I’m going to climb into bed with a big bottle and drink margaritas,” she said. “I’m gonna put on my fuzzy bathrobe and my slippers, and stay in bed. I can’t wait.
“That’s gonna be my idea of Christmas.”